late night shifts, and
we are not ourselves
girls with too many hearts
blue in destruction mode

her smile catching in webbed
light, mangled hope
causes sunshine depression

but this connection is
better-fall in love with
the dying, homeless,
future home wreckers

this is your shadow
in my seven corners
cease to exist,
making a sound to
pull me out of inhibition

redhead, golden dress
want to runaway?